Today I will write about a sensitive topic. For the past two and a half years, I have been daring myself to write. This courage is not to be afraid of anyone, Mental courage! Because the three facts I'll describe, I've seen them myself directly myself. I have seen their pain, mental restlessness, and lots of tears. Along with me, I cried. I couldn't sleep for many nights due to mental restlessness. The incidents came out as a nightmare. I died in unsuccessful outrage! But did I have anything to do? Except for just giving mental comfort?
My chest would have been heavy with that unfaithful outrage. I think why my capacity is so limited. Why can't I do anything even if I have a wish? Maybe you will understand the answer to that question after listening to three incidents. Let's start -
Incident 1 -
The incident is of a female worker in one of my offices. The girl was seven months pregnant at that time. I knew every pregnant girl as a doctor in that office. I would have done all my own fitness when their treatments, regular follow-ups, vaccines, motherhood vacation recommendations, and returned after vacation. I would have been very sincere with the girls in that taste. They used to share with me the little joys and sorrows of their lives. I used to listen, sometimes I would advise, and if I came to ask for leave, I would also threaten.
One morning, without sitting in the office, the girl rushed into my chamber. When I looked, a little annoyed, I saw the girl's eyes swollen, her eyes seemed like she would bleed right now, tired, devastated, and sad face! But I saw the girl two days ago, and everything was normal. Wanted to know with questions in the eyes - what happened? Why are you in this situation?
I could not sleep for four nights in a row! The girl got married once before. There is a girl in that room. The baby girl is eleven years old. The girl used to stay with grandmother. Grandma has brought the baby to herself for three months after her death. In a room, they live on the bed, husband and wife, make the girl sleep to get the guard below.
After working tirelessly during pregnancy, he comes to sleep at night. Hope in the mind that you will get maternity leave after a few days, then you will be able to talk with the girl.
But last night, to go to the bathroom, woke up alone, turned on the bathroom lights, and saw her husband and daughter's bed.
When will that good day come?
The girl is in a rooster in fear, and her own beast named husband with a baby girl...
Think about the mental state of that girl! My daughter is at it again, my current husband! Whose child holds his own uterus?
The girl fainted after shouting god after seeing that condition.
That scream at midnight breaks the silence of the night!
The girl's sister used to stay in the next room. He also works in the same office. Sister came from the next door and started pushing on the door with a big scream. That animal's husband runs away by opening the door after seeing the condition of speed.
Then the knowledge of the girl is actually asked the baby girl - if this happened before! The girl tells everything to cry. The beast has been doing this since last three months. Scared the girl - if you tell someone, then kill her mother.
I got vomited while listening to the incident. Felt like I'll just vomit and float the house. Tried to stay normal by swallowing the vomit with a lot of pain.
The girl wanted to know how to cry - Madam, now how will I know if my daughter is pregnant? Is there any way to understand if there is any other problem?
Gave necessary advice to the girl. I have given my phone number. Contact me if you have any problems.
When I was leaving, she asked me in her throat - Madam, what should I do now? That piglet in my belly, what to do with it now?
I was just staring at fall. I don't know the answer to this!
Incident 2 -
The day was Saturday. Big busy day for me. There are long queues of patients in the office that day. Entered the chamber in the afternoon after dealing with various problems throughout the day. The chamber was also crowded that day. Sitting in the Ultra. After six and seven ultras, a patient with a burqa passed away.
Coming to ultra but not stomach out. My sister sorted clothes and fixed them in seconds. She puts clothes down. After several times, I told her - you mentally prepare to take clothes off first, and I shoot the rest of the ultras.
The girl woke up early. Then, after six or seven more ultras, the Borkawali came back.
If you try to get ready again, then the old story. How long is the mood right? Told him in a very strong voice - why are you doing this? What's the problem?
The girl is silent. Took the receipt in my hand and saw that it came to ultra in the lower stomach. Saw the age of fourteen years. Maybe he is so embarrassed because he is a little person. I told my sister, who came with him, to call her.
The girl's mother has arrived. But he can't stand, sick. I let her sit in a chair inside the ultra room.
He cried with this little sincerity. I have become unprepared. He started saying while crying - Madam, my stomach cancer. The operation has been done twice. Sent to my mother because I couldn't care for the girl properly. My own father is responsible for her pregnancy! The girl said a lot to me in shape, but I didn't care because I was sick myself. Thought it would be good at grandmother's house. I am here today, not tomorrow.
Made a big mistake... Putting her out!
Got MR done last week... Coming today to see if there are any problems!
I am sitting still. That nausea is back again. It seemed that if the vomit came, I would have reduced my discomfort!
Is it possible to explain the state of mind of this cancer-affected mother?
Whom will a girl trust? The wealth of one's own pulse is not safe even from the father who gave birth to one's father!
Yuck... I don't have enough words to condemn!
This incident of two and a half years ago did not let me sleep for a long time. It was also a few days that nausea.. .. It seems that the world should be destroyed with unfaithful outrage!
I don't know if that mother is still alive after two and a half years. Don't know where that baby girl is now, who has it, or how she is.
Incident 3 -
This incident gives me a lot of satisfaction. Openly - I was informed by an office HR one day - a girl was returning home after an office holiday last night. This side of Gazipur is very quiet as there is Shalban on both sides of the road. The girl had two other girls. Everyone was walking. This girl was going alone when two girls beside her jumped and left after getting an auto. Who tried to rape the girl later? If you talk to the girl, understand her physical and mental condition, and guide us on what to do next.
I just say - send it.
The girl came to my chamber shortly. The age will be between thirty two and thirty-five. Pickle stains all over the face, front three teeth broken, left eye is covered with swollen, no hair in front. Blood is getting strong after cutting in two or three places on the head. I took her first aid before I started talking.
I said - Who do you have, mother?
He said, his three daughters. Husband married another 10 years ago. He is fighting for life alone with the girls. Two daughters have been married. And teach the little one at school. The family of both mother and daughter runs well with the salary they get.
Then wanted to know - tell me what happened yesterday!
He said - Madam, you can't harm me. Son, I was alone. I was a knife in the hand of a batter. Heider gave me wounds in different places first. The wide flowed on me by taking my face prints from the road in the forest. I couldn't ride to move. I'm pretending to be with the man after realizing the danger. Danger in any way, danger in any way. I won't be anyone even if I shout.
I told this man - I agree like this, don't give me knife wounds.
I can't tell where my dupatta has been thrown already. Clothes are bleeding in different places due to a knife wound.
In my statement, the man pushed him and ran away by throwing him up. But it was capturing me. But couldn't sleep anymore. While trying to push me, I am pulled by the person, as per the chance, he is in pain. The knife was beside me. I fascinated the guy along with the bitch. But it doesn't look good to push the bastard man with his hand, but see, madam, I'm getting this!
Meanwhile, a piece of meat opened my hand and showed me!
Hmmm .. Really, that was part of the testicles or scrotum!
I stood by the side and gave a salute to the girl!
Well done, girl!
Tears of joy came to my eyes with happiness!
Then I just wanted to shout - hey, so-called named men, give girls time to become real women. May they age enough... Let him learn to understand who he is!
Then you will see that they will punish you for your injustice!
I am waiting for that good day... When will that good day come?
@Dr. Fahmida Mahbuba
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